I like everything perfect. Everything has to be neat. My sister is 5 and she's more messy than I am. I make my bed every morning everything's perfect. My shoes are all arranged. It's sad. I'm a little like Ray a little bit.
Writers rush in where publishers fear to tread and where translators fear to tread.
God employs several translators some pieces are translated by age some by sickness some by war some by justice.
